you can call me princess. im a 25 y/o trans woman, lesbian
heavily sub leaning switch, masochist,
yes you can message me
I'll detail kinks another time. Expect to see untagged hard kinks here.
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you can call me princess. im a 25 y/o trans woman, lesbian
heavily sub leaning switch, masochist,
yes you can message me
I'll detail kinks another time. Expect to see untagged hard kinks here.
this is a sideblog. I follow from mo*******ow
My Daylily,
I'm back. Today I'm writing to you from a stream that runs under the train tracks, hidden away from the world. Nobody comes here but me, though I once got rattled at by a rattlesnake down here, and it made me feel that my life was on the right track. In the middle of the stream there is a small Sage plant, growing impossibly upwards from a patch of dirt between the rocks. It's the perfect place to proclaim my desire for you. Did you miss me, though it has been such a short time since you knew I existed at all? Does your heart flutter with the realization that it's me, though you do not know who I am? As you wait for my next little letter, do you find your thoughts yet turning to the puzzle of my existence?
I find myself thinking of you often, of course, in the empty moments of life; as I tend my box in the community garden, you are standing near me, admiring my marigolds, taking what ripe strawberries you can find. While I dance with my friends, it is your hands on my hips, your skin I catch in fleeting glances as I spin her away. I wish for nothing more than to offer you the simple joys of life; a well-cooked meal to come home to, freshly baked bread, flowers grown by hand, sweet words, companionship. The effervescent weight of a girl in your bed, someone to hold you in her strong arms, try her best to make your life better by existing within it. Whispers of your endless beauty, in those hours when you sleep and she does not. And though I doubt it could be my place to give you these things, I delight in the imagining of them. What I would give to fill that role, at least in part, hold the truth of you, your heat, your resplendence. What I would give to be a part of the infinite love you deserve.
Of course, my imaginings are not always so innocent; I would not be here if they were. I would not be a good match. So let me speak of the desire: I want to ruin you, sweet girl, becase the only way to make something of perfect beauty more beautiful is to break it. I want to feel your hot breath on my neck, taste the sweat from off your skin. I want to know what you look like like when you're so drugged out of your mind that you don't remember who you are, and when you're that far gone, I want to mark you so deeply that everyone who sees you knows what happened, even if you don't. In my fantasies, there isn't an inch of your body untouched, untasted. I want to hear the different noises you make from pain and pleasure, fear and desire. I want to learn to play you like a symphony and know the music I can make with your body. I want to hold you after, while you're still whimpering and shaking, and run my hands through your hair and tell you how well you did, how perfect you are, how incredibly lucky I am to get to be with someone like you. I want Aphrodite to look upon us from her place among the gods and find herself lacking.
And I want you to ruin me, in turn. I want to be subsumed by your lust. I want to know if there is an end to your desire, and I want to draw more, more, and more out of you. I want to feel you press against me, your blood hot with desire, and hear the tremble in your voice as you tell me you want me. Many women have held me so in my life, but I have never wanted one as I want you.
From a hidden place, where the water whispers over the rocks,
A pleasant mystery.
That sounds like a nice place to think about me. I was wondering when your next letter might come. Not if though, you're clearly far too committed to give up this soon. You're actively contributing to my deserved infinite love by writing these, arent you?
When i first read this (and I've read it many times, thinking about what to say), i was surprised at how spectacularly you hit the nail on the head, how you know how i want to feel. Of course i post things that say how i want to feel, but it's something different to have someone detail a fantasy that you hadnt quite put together yourself yet.
I wonder how your skin would feel on mine, and how different it might feel after you mark me.
nsfw would you rather?
be over-stimulated or edged?
be a voyeur or have semi-public sex?
finger yourself or follow guided masturbation?
watch yourself in a mirror or listen to a recording of yourself?
honey or ice?
sleep in lingerie or nude
receive a voice memo or nude from a mutual?
shaved or bushy?
grope yourself or be groped?
cuddle under a blanket or sleep nude together?
airplane sex or elevator sex?
kitchen sex or shower sex?
pool sex or workplace sex?
watch porn or read erotica?
receive or send a dirty message while at work?
have your dirty thoughts shared with those around you or know the dirty thoughts of those around you?
watch wlw or mlm porn?
hump a pillow or use a vibrator?
boobs or butt?
lose your virginity together or lose to someone well-seasoned
get fingered in the library or at a nightclub?
receive or perform oral?
have “ok” sex daily or amazing sex once a week?
doggy or missionary?
physical touch or quality time?
moan or scream?
lace or latex?
white or black lingerie?
have someone remote control your vibrator or control it for someone else?
When she says "pleasepleaseplease" in that whiny voice right before she's about to cum >>>>
easy way to make me a stuttering mess
me sprinkling "did i do good?" and "are you proud of me?" to soft launch i have a praise k¡nk
wherrrrrre is the porn of girls hunting each other down in the woods
It's normal to get so turned on from the idea of giving head that you start to stain your panties.
To the base. Wearing your thighs like earrings so all I hear is the steady beat of your heart. The only warning you're about to empty down my throat is the way your fingers tighten in my hair and hips start grinding into my lips.
Don't worry if you need to get a little rough. I promise I can take it. Don't you think I'd be so cute looking up at you with tears clouding my eyes? My shirt stained from the strings of drool dripping down my chin, my lips swollen from how hard you've been rutting into them, quivering as I wait for you to decide what you'd like to do to me next.
I'm giggling and kicking my feet over the number of mutuals that have messaged me regarding this post. But also like. Please? Facefuck me so hard you feel my nose break against your pelvic bone. Permanently change the way I look, the way I sound, the way I breath. People will stare at it, trying to guess the story behind the break while I can do nothing but blush. Will you let me lie? Will you let me tell them I was a bit rowdy as a child or will you make me mutter out the truth while I stumble over every little detail?
Green eyes glittering, no expression beyond the devotion of an acolyte to her Goddess. Blood pouring from my now off center nose, my mouth open to show a row of ruby stained teeth. When I speak it's not to safe word, but instead I'm begging you to finish.
the good people of tumblr deserve a little treat, I think....
chaining you up in my basement with your new sister, but be careful she's a bit... aggressive. yea sorry her chain can reach further than yours so do watch out. if you're really good maybe you can earn a longer chain too
i’m sure we’ll get along just fine :]
why is it looking at me like that
lets see if I remember how to do this
I am depressed but 3 people did vote for this so if you're one of them I hope you like what you see
If your princess is stomping her foot and hmphing a lot this could be a sign she is understimulated and needs more attention
touch her inappropriately
femmes with oral fixations so bad that they constantly need to have their mouths wrapped around something, whether that be sucking on your fingers or having a cock down their throat
Give her princess treatment by eating her out for an hour
Whippins on the ranch.
be a proud pervert and just send the dm otherwise nothing happens forever
yes this is a sign meant for You specifically, dear reader